The Hall of Shame

I have a place in the back room that I call "The Hall of Shame."
It is where ugly paintings go until I can make them pleasing to me.
I make them face the wall so I do not have to look at the ugliness that I, myself, brought forth into 
this world.
I have a painting that has been shamed enough and today I started to make it, and me, feel better.

I know.


U G L Y.


I just could not get anything about this to look good to me.
I even titled it, " What Pears Dream About,"  thinking that that would make it better.
Did not make it better.

I felt immediate release at my pent up anger at this painting the moment I started to paint over it.
For real.
Instant relief.

I was even smiling by this time!

I might of even been singing to my self by this point.

I adore stripes. 
Tomorrow I will cover up any vestige of ugly pears with a layer of 
alien pods.  


Won't that be nice?

Out of ugly came a very nice painting, if I do say so myself!

You can see it over here on 
Artfinder.com!